Prince crossing is forced to be C

Chu Yingcheng really coughed at night.

It's not earth-shattering, it's intermittent, but it can't be stopped.Chu Yingcheng coughed a few times, then turned over and suffocated in the quilt, trying to isolate the sound.

The throat is dry and itchy, especially when inhaling, itching is severe.Chu Yingcheng didn't want to cough, so he could only hold back his breath, but after holding it for a while, he couldn't help but take a slight breath, and coughed again.

"Cough cough...!"

"Why are you bored?"

As the man's voice sounded, the bedside lamp was turned on, and the quilt on Chu Yingcheng's head was also lifted off: "Don't hold back."

"Cough, what are you...cough cough!" Chu Yingcheng originally wanted to ask, but was interrupted by coughing.He coughed a few more times shockingly, Chu Yingcheng's throat seemed to have suddenly entered a stage of pause and rest, and he was finally able to breathe smoothly for a few rounds.

Yue Jun took the opportunity to pour him a glass of warm water: "Are you okay?"

"...Actually, it's okay, but suddenly..." Chu Yingcheng got up slowly, took a few sips of water, but his voice was still hoarse, "Sorry."

"There's nothing to apologize for." Yue Jun sat by his bed, checked the time on his phone, and touched Chu Yingcheng's forehead, "I'll give you another fever-reducing sticker."

After changing the anti-fever stickers, Chu Yingcheng lay down again, and said helplessly, "You should go back to your room, I..."

Yue Jun pinched his mouth.

"Shut up and sleep on you." With a fierce and hoarse tone, Yue Jun paused, let go of his hand, sat on the edge of the bed and touched his head, "Sleep, I will watch you."

"Don't..." Chu Yingcheng sighed, "Go back to bed, I won't chase you away, you should rest quickly."

"Can you not always be so polite to me? Do you see that when I was injured, did I get hurt?" Yue Jun saw that he was always thinking about himself, and didn't know whether to be angry or happy, "Be more upright with me, okay Can't you? Show me the aura you usually hate me."

"I don't have that kind of momentum now..." Chu Yingcheng saw that he was determined not to move, and his still drowsy mind was almost unable to turn, "You just have to wait for me to fall asleep, don't you?"

"Yeah." Yue Jun didn't say that he wanted to observe Chu Yingcheng's cough, but just covered his eyes, "Close your eyes, I'm going to turn off the lights."

Chu Yingcheng sighed: "Then you can go to sleep."

Yue Jun was taken aback when he heard the words: "Huh?"

"You don't leave, you don't need a rest, you can sleep well." Chu Yingcheng's eyelashes seemed to be brushing lightly in Yue Jun's palm, but his tone was pretending to be calm, "Don't come here if you don't like it, just pretend you didn't hear it. "

"Am I the one who will miss this kind of opportunity?" Yue Jun almost wanted to laugh, "But are you sure? You are not feeling well now, the bed is not big, if I am a big man to squeeze you..."

Chu Yingcheng: "Will love come or not?"

Yue Jun smiled, let go of his eyes, knelt down on the bed, picked up the young man and put him aside, then resolutely fell asleep beside Chu Yingcheng.

It's not the first time they sleep together, after all, there have been moments of sharing the same bed on the show.But this time, the feeling is very different from before.Yue Jun leaned half on the pillow, held Chu Yingcheng's hand with the other hand, and looked at him.

Chu Yingcheng opened his eyes and looked at him for a few seconds.The two seemed to exchange some information in silence, and then Yue Jun leaned forward slowly, getting closer and closer, and Chu Yingcheng slowly closed his eyes again.

Until the young man felt his lips being touched lightly by something warm and soft.

"If you weren't sick..." Yue Jun held the young man's hand a little harder, revealing some kind of turbulent waves in his heart, "I would never let you go so easily."

Chu Yingcheng opened his eyes slightly: "If it weren't for my special situation now, you wouldn't be able to get into my bed so easily."

"...That's right." Yue Jun smiled, turned off the bedside lamp, and lay down, holding the young man's hand under the quilt but not letting go, "Okay, I won't bother you anymore, sleep. Good night."

"Good night."

***

When Chu Yingcheng woke up again, it was past ten o'clock in the morning.

He turned his head to touch his phone to check the time, and Zuo Zuo, who was sitting in the room playing with his phone, immediately noticed: "Ah, Orange, you're awake!"

"Hmm..." Chu Yingcheng turned on the phone to check the time, and found that there were several unread messages, and asked, "When did you come?"

"Ah? You don't remember?" Zuo Zuo said, "I came at 07:30, and I took your temperature not long after I arrived, and you still cooperated with me, because you didn't wake up at that time."

Chu Yingcheng didn't quite remember this paragraph, and asked again: "Is that when Yue Jun left?"

"That's right." Zuo Zuo replied, "He said he also took your temperature, and the temperature dropped, and asked me to ask the doctor what medicine to treat your cough. Here." He pointed to the medicine on the bedside table, " In addition to antipyretics, you have to take cough medicine later. How are you feeling now?"

"It's okay." Chu Yingcheng's voice is very calm now, and he doesn't feel like coughing in the middle of the night.He sat up and began to reply to those unread messages, the first one, of course, was Yue Jun's.

Yue Jun posted two things, one is: 【I went to the set.You remember to take your medicine when you get up, and you bought a new cough medicine. 】

Another one is: [Wake up with a squeak. 】

Chu Yingcheng replied: [Squeak. 】

Yue Jun sent another message in less than 10 minutes: [Are you awake?how do you feel?Is it still burning? 】

Chu Yingcheng: 【Feels good, no more burns.Didn't you take my temperature too? 】

Chu Yingcheng: [It's okay to go to the set now. 】

Yue Jun: [Be honest, have you taken your medicine? 】

Chu Yingcheng: 【Eat it. 】

Yue Jun: [Breakfast? 】

Chu Yingcheng: [Ongoing. 】

Yue Jun: 【Take more rest and play less with your mobile phone. 】

Chu Yingcheng: [I don't play with my phone, I send you messages. 】

Yue Jun: 【I'm going to be busy, so I won't send it anymore. 】

Chu Yingcheng: [Director Yue, come on! 】

After receiving this message, Yue Jun really stopped sending messages to Chu Yingcheng... Instead, he sent a message to Zuo Zuo: [Tell Chu Yingcheng to play less on the phone and rest more. 】

After looking left and right, he turned his head and said to Chu Yingcheng: "Chengzi, stop looking at your phone, didn't you say that your eyes are swollen yesterday?"

Chu Yingcheng looked up at him, although Zuo Zuo didn't say anything else, it was easy for Chu Yingcheng to guess who had ordered him to say these words.

Looking at the bits and pieces of information on the phone screen, Chu Yingcheng had to sigh.

——Remote monitoring and recuperation is really amazing...

***

At noon, Yue Jun came back to personally supervise Chu Yingcheng's situation.

As soon as he opened the door, Yue Jun saw that Chu Yingcheng was writing with a brush, ink, paper and inkstone, and he was a little confused: "Why are you practicing calligraphy?"

Chu Yingcheng was also a little confused when he saw him: "Why are you back?"

"It's lunch time, come back and take a look." Yue Jun threw the fast food that he slipped back on the table, "Where's your lunch?"

Chu Yingcheng put down his pen: "Wake up late and eat late in the morning, still full, eat later."

"Well, you have to remember." Yue Jun went to wash his hands, then went to Chu Yingcheng's side and raised his hand to touch his forehead, "It seems to be stable."

"You know it just by touching it?" Chu Yingcheng glanced at him, "You have such special skills, why do you still use a thermometer?"

Yue Jun raised his eyebrows: "Do you know how to measure body temperature in TV dramas?"

"How to measure?"

Yue Jun leaned closer, and put Chu Yingcheng's on his forehead: "How does it feel to measure this way?"

Chu Yingcheng's fever subsided, and Yue Jun also thought about joking with him, so when he responded, there was a faint smile in his tone.Feeling the coolness and light pressure on his forehead, Chu Yingcheng snorted softly: "It's not good, get up, I'm going to match my eyes."

Yue Jun didn't move, just said: "You can close your eyes."

So Chu Yingcheng closed his eyes.Seeing that he was really obedient, Yue Jun touched his lips while he was closing his eyes.

Chu Yingcheng opened his eyes abruptly.

Yue Jun thought that he was going to push someone away, so he backed away early, turned around to get his own food, and deliberately said: "You are too easy to deceive, if you say you close your eyes, you can close your eyes, it is so easy to be taken advantage of."

Chu Yingcheng snorted softly, but didn't say what was in his heart.

——You act like I really don't know what you want to do.

"Go back quickly after eating." Chu Yingcheng stopped writing, cleaned up the table, and made room for Yue Jun to eat, "What are you doing all the time, you might as well squint on the set for a while. I'm so busy at night, You didn't sleep well, you went out after seven o'clock..."

"Yeah, it keeps me awake at night." Yue Jun stood beside him waiting for him to clean up, "What are you writing about?"

Chu Yingcheng was going to resent his previous sentence, but after hearing the second part, his attention was diverted: "It's nothing to do, just practice casually, and at the same time concentrate on meditation."

Yue Jun asked, "Why do you need to meditate?"

Chu Yingcheng felt that he knew why and asked: "Why don't you care about me, eat your food quickly!"

Yue Jun sat down, opened the fast food box and continued chatting: "I thought you wanted to change the title of 'Imperial Frontier'."

"No change." Chu Yingcheng replied, "Although I can indeed write something different from the original one, I won't rewrite it after you make a decision and publicize it."

Yes, the words "Imperial Heavy Front" used in the current propaganda were written by Chu Yingcheng himself.

Crew official W also posted Chu Yingcheng's original work, which was clearly stamped with "Chu Chongqing" and clearly stated that it was "written by Chu Chongqing".However, the general public generally don't know much about these things, and they don't even think about what kind of god "Chu Chongqing" is, so they didn't attract too much attention.

Only Mr. Yue was the happiest. He cheerfully showed the photo to his friends and asked them if it was exactly the same as his "armour-removing hut".Friends have said that it is indeed domineering, but this momentum is 100% shining on "Empire Heavy Front", and it is like killing a chicken with a sledgehammer on "Removing Armor", the style does not match.

Mr. Yue said that he was willing and no one would care.

He also went to the Calligraphy Association to get Chu Yingcheng an exhibition qualification, that is, he wanted to exhibit the characters "Chu Chongqing" together with the association's New Year's Calligraphy and Painting Exhibition.These exhibitions of the association sound very high-end, but in fact, not many ordinary people pay attention to them, and most of them are paid attention to by people in the industry.But if the original copy of Chu Chongqing's "Imperial Frontier" comes, it will also attract a wave of attention to the exhibition, so the association initially agreed.

The news passed to Yue Jun from Mr. Yue, and Yue Jun told Chu Yingcheng again.Chu Yingcheng thinks it's okay, but the works are not enough, so he has to think about what to write.But at that time, the filming had already started, and Chu Yingcheng didn't have much time, so he kept it on.

Now that he suddenly wrote again, Yue Jun thought he was thinking about it: "Is that for the exhibition?"

"This place is so narrow, and I'm still sick, lacking in energy and energy, so I can't write a lot of work." Chu Yingcheng shook his head, "I just wrote it casually. There was a poetry program on TV just now, so I wrote a few sentences by hand. .”

Yue Jun thought for a while: "Why don't you write the character's name? If it's easy to finish, then the TV drama promotion and name subtitles will also be replaced with your own words."

Writing the name was quick, Chu Yingcheng nodded: "You can try."

While talking, he used only one third of the narrow tabletop to write his name with a brush.

——Rong Peijia.

This is the name of the prince in the play, which is the name of Yue Jun's character.

Yue Jun commented while eating: "Well written, I want to collect this one myself. What about your own?"

Chu Yingcheng wrote "Xue Cenying" again.

"This one belongs to me too." Yue Jun said, "Okay, just write it down. It doesn't need to be too much, just write down the dozen or so people on the poster, and I'll ask someone to sort out the list for you."

"En." Chu Yingcheng paused, and seemed to have no intention of saying, "By the way, Chu Jingpei also wants my writing..."

Yue Jun heard that he was making a report, pretended not to hear it, and replied casually: "Write it, but don't write anything related to character, otherwise it will look like you are blind and didn't see that he is a scumbag."

"Then what should I write?" Chu Yingcheng wrote "Rong Xin'an" - Meng Xinxia's name in the play, "Write him the core values ​​of socialism?"

"Yes." Yue Jun looked at the name he had written, frowned and said, "Why did you write her name, don't write it."

"I didn't write the names of the people in your play? I just wrote about Rong Peijia and Xue Cenying, you are fine." Chu Yingcheng glanced at him, as if he didn't hear his displeasure, "Rong Xin'an has posters, I remember."

"After this matter is finalized, you can write in batches. What's the point of writing now." Yue Jun said, "No more writing!"

Chu Yingcheng was noncommittal, but just looked at him fixedly.

Yue Jun also stared at him silently.

After several seconds, Chu Yingcheng chuckled: "Okay, I won't write anymore."

Yue Jun recalled it: "Are you kidding me?"

"No." Chu Yingcheng put down his pen, "Whoever has ghosts in his heart will see others as ghosts."

Yue Jun grabbed his hand: "You know how to flirt with me, huh? I'm having a good time, so are you happy?"

"..." Chu Yingcheng pulled his hand away, "Eat your meal, Director Yue!"